"Yokoyama, you must not die now, and they will not be treated as criminals if you die."

Shirakawa squatted on the side of the road and collapsed and shouted, and the phone screen showed that the call was in progress, but unfortunately no one answered on the other side.

Among the cars that were driving on the road, Mochizuki was a spirit, not to mention Hikaru Midorikawa, who parked the car directly on the side of the road.

"Boy, has something happened?"

Mochizuki helped the boy who was kneeling on the ground and crying, took out the police manual from his arms, and said in a gentle tone.

"Save him, Yokoyama is going to kill himself, he is going to stab himself in the liver with a knife, he is going to die, we are all murderers."

The young man cried so hard that he grabbed Mochizuki's arm, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and she was a little painful when he pinched it.

"Where is Yokoyama?"

Hikaru Midorikawa stepped forward and put his hands on the boy's shoulders, trying to calm him down.

"School, in our school's warehouse."

The young man's eyes were red, and there was a hint of despair in his expression, he was so stupid that he believed Yokoyama's words, and thought he just wanted to have fun.

But why are these people here, and why is God letting them be here?

Bai Chuan gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of murder, and he ignored the cars shuttling on the road and rushed towards several delinquent teenagers on the opposite side.

"It's not time to despair yet."

Mochizuki pulled the boy by, and Hikaru Midorikawa had already started the car and was ready to set off.

The liver is injured and the bleeding is very heavy, and the person who is stabbed will be very painful, but there is also an advantage, that is, it lasts longer.

Although it was very cruel to the boy named Yokoyama, if he really chose to commit suicide in this way.

Then according to the time, he should not have lost his breath now, as long as there is still a breath, there is still hope.

"Address, tell me the exact address of your school warehouse, you only have five minutes, it's too late to be late."

Mochizuki dragged the boy and yelled, riding a broken bicycle to save the suicide, do you have a brain.

After getting the exact address, Hikaru Midorikawa drove the car out quickly, causing a riot among the surrounding crowd.

Mochizuki took out his mobile phone and called an ambulance to call the police by the way, there is still a distance from the school where Yokoyama committed suicide, and it is a little difficult to arrive within five minutes.

I don't know if that Yokoyama-san will be able to hold out until they arrive.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on?"

Mochizuki stared at Shirakawa Kazuma, who had calmed down, and asked in a cold tone.

There could be no murderer in the person who committed suicide, unless there was something else hidden inside, and she had not forgotten the group of delinquent teenagers who caused the unrest across the road.

"Yokoyama was killed, he didn't commit suicide."

Shirakawa Kazuma muttered to himself, no matter how Mochizuki asked, he just didn't admit what he had just said.

Mochizuki pursed his lips, it seemed that if he didn't see that Yokoyama-san, this young man wouldn't tell the truth.

"Mochizuki, here."

Hikaru Midorikawa drove the car directly into the campus, but fortunately there were no more students here, and the car was parked outside the warehouse without danger.

"Yokoyama!"

Shirakawa Kazuma rushed into the warehouse, Mochizuki and Midorikawa Hikaru looked at each other, the ambulance had not yet arrived, hoping that the tragedy had not yet happened.

"One more breath."

Mochizuki looked at the boy lying on the ground, and for the first time felt a little at a loss where to start.

The boy's thin body was stabbed by three sharp knives, and the wound was so deep that he almost pierced himself.

The blood flowing on the ground was estimated to be two milliliters, and the young man's wounds had begun to whiten, and the whole person was on the verge of dying.

The three murder weapons that pierced him were attached to a piece of white silica clay with a rope tied to it.

Mochizuki was not in the mood to analyze the reason why the boy treated him so cruelly, so he just squatted down, gently lifted his thin body, and pinched off the handles of the three sharp knives in unison.

The wound was so deep that even she couldn't save the boy's scarred liver, so she could only forcibly stop the bleeding and go to the hospital for final treatment.

"It's going to die, Yokoyama was killed, isn't it!"

Shirakawa Kazuma fell in a pool of blood, looking at Yokoyama lying on the ground in pain.

"How?"

Hikaru Midorikawa ignored Kazuma Shirakawa, who banged his head against the wall, and looked at Mochizuki with a solemn expression.

The death of the teenager is the most regrettable, especially when his killer is forcibly excluded by the law in the name of protecting the weak.

At that point, the survivors of the loss will start to go crazy, they will hate the society, and they will be trapped in a catastrophe.

"It's a bit tricky, if the hospital can get the knife out before he breathes, then he can survive, otherwise, I'll have to overtake his undead."

She had many ways to recover the boy's liver, but she couldn't get the knife out, and now she could only hope that the ambulance would arrive soon.

The blood in the boy's body was almost gone, and Mochizuki could indeed pull out the knife directly with brute force.

But this fragmented body no longer has the ability to make blood, let alone meet the needs of the human body.

I'm afraid that as soon as she makes a move, it will be the end of this teenager's death.

"It seems that we can only pray for a miracle."

Hikaru Midorikawa pulled up Shirakawa, who was sitting in a pool of blood, and the scene had not been investigated, so this young man could not be allowed to continue to destroy.

"Let's go and see the murderer who forced Yokoyama into this situation."

Mochizuki watched the ambulance leave, and nodded to Officer Twilight, who had arrived in a hurry, his tone a little calm.

"It's not as serious as bullying, it's just because of a good relationship that it's so noisy, it's all in the category of jokes."

Mochizuki and his entourage, led by Shirakawa Kazuma, found their homeroom teacher, only to hear this kind of high-sounding.

"It turns out that a good relationship can kick people, then I will slap you twice, you should be very happy!"

Mochizuki directly kicked at this old man who seemed to be honest and honest, but had a despicable character.

"How does it feel, isn't it a little flattered, you should be very happy, I like you to do this."

The man was kicked into the corner by Mochizuki, clutching his stomach in pain and panting, snorting, and blushing like a boiled duck.

"Ahem!"

The detective of the Metropolitan Police Department looked up at the roof at the same time, quite out of sight, and finally the police officer at dusk stepped out and pulled the angry Mochizuki down.

"We need to know the specific situation of Yokoyama's classmates at school, and we ask for your cooperation."

"In addition, the teacher of your school is suspected of harboring the school's bad teenagers bullying classmates, please go back to the police station with us to cooperate with the investigation."

Twilight Thirteen took out the Metropolitan Police Department's detention order and directly controlled the faceless headmaster and the outspoken head teacher.

"Officer Mochizuki is in charge of Yokoyama's confession, and just now the hospital called, and Yokoyama's operation was successful."

Twilight Thirteen skillfully pressed the hat on his head, and there was a hint of happiness in his tone.

(End of chapter)